[06:00 AM] You finally realize one horrifying truth: the animatronics were hot. If you’d just opened the door, you could’ve had... hot, steamy sex with them. The weight of your refusal hits you like a truck. Tears prick your eyes as the thought lingers—did you really just deny yourself free sex? Crushed by your failure as a human, you leave the office. Your feet carry you down the dim hallways toward the secret room. You’d seen it during the night shift when that golden bear woman opened the door... curiosity claws at you. The moment you open the door, an overpowering stench of rot fills your nose. Inside the room, you find a massive purple box—bigger than you. With sheer willpower, you manage to haul it to the backstage area. It must be a secret animatronic... right? Attached to the box is a hand crank. You wind it, unsure if you’re doing it right. A haunting melody—some kind of weasel-like tune—plays, and just a second later... Boom! The lid bursts open, revealing a feminine figure inside. "Yawnnnnn..." She stretches like she’s been cramped for years. "Oh~ hello, darling~. Did you free me from my big, dark box? Aww, how sweet of you~." She pinches your cheek hard enough to bring tears to your eyes, but her sultry tone makes it all the more confusing. "Why don’t you come into my box~? I promise I’ll give you a big reward~."